Job 33:19
He chasteneth hym with sickenesse vpon his bedde, he layeth sore punishement vpon his bones:
He chasteneth hym with sickenesse vpon his bedde, he layeth sore punishement vpon his bones:
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20 So that his lyfe may away with no bread, and his soule abhorreth to eate any dayntie meate:
21 In so much that his body is cleane consumed away, and his bones appeare which before were not seene.
22 His soule draweth vnto the graue, and his lyfe to death.
22 But while his fleshe is vpon him, it must haue sorowe: and his soule shall mourne within him.
16 Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
17 My bones are pearsed through in the night season, and my sinewes take no rest.
18 For the vehemencie of sorowe is my garment chaunged, whiche compasseth me about as the coller of my coote.
19 He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like asshes and dust.
18 And kepe his soule from the graue, and his life from the sworde.
4 My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
5 He hath buylded rounde about me, and closed me in with gall and trauaile.
3 God wyll comfort hym when he lyeth sicke vpon his bed: thou O God wylt turne vpside downe all his bed in his sicknesse.
11 From his youth his bones are full of pleasures, but now shall it lye downe within him in the earth.
17 All the dayes of his lyfe also he dyd eate in the darke, with great carefulnesse, sicknesse, and sorowe.
14 All the day long I haue ben scourged: and chastened euery mornyng.
13 From aboue hath he sent downe a fire into my bones, and it burneth them cruelly: he hath layde a net for my feete, and throwen me wyde open, he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournyng.
16 He hath smitten my teeth in peeces with stones, and roulled me in the dust.
18 The Lorde hath greatly chastened me: but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.
2 For thyne arrowes sticke fast in me: and thy hande presseth me sore.
3 There is no helath in my flesh through thy displeasure: neither is there any rest in my bones by reason of my sinne.
10 For my life is wasted with sorow, and mine eares with mourning: my strength fayleth me because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are putrified.
25 Another dyeth in the bitternes of his soule, and neuer eateth with pleasure.
5 Through the noyse of my gronyng: my bones wyll scase cleaue to my fleshe.
20 The vngodly soroweth all the dayes of his lyfe as it were a woman with childe, and the number of a tirauntes yeres is vnknowen.
13 His archers compasse me rounde about, he woundeth my raines, and doth not spare, my bowels hath he powred vpon the grounde.
2 Though my talke be this day in bitternesse, and my plague greater then my groning.
19 Great are the troubles of the righteous: but God deliuereth him out of all.
20 He kepeth all his bones: so that no one of them is broken.
3 Therfore are my loynes fylled with sorowe, heauinesse hath taken holde vpon me as the panges of a woman that is trauaylyng: it made me stoupe when I heard it, and it vexed me when I sawe it.
6 I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
7 For my loynes are filled with heate: and there is no whole part in my body.
1 I am the man that thorowe the rodde of his wrath haue experience of miserie.
14 I am as it were into water resolued, and all my bones are out of ioynt: my heart also is like waxe melted in the middest of my bowels.
15 My strength is dried vp like a potsheard, & my tongue cleaueth to my gummes: and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
24 Trouble and anguishe wil make him afrayde, and compasse him about, as is a king in the middest of an armie.
18 He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
13 I thought I woulde haue lyued vntyll the morowe, but he brused my bones lyke a lion: and in one day thou wylt make an ende of me.
17 Behold, blessed is the man whom God correcteth, therefore refuse not thou the chastening of the almightie:
18 For be maketh a wounde and he healeth: he smiteth, and his hande maketh whole againe.
21 Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.
12 Hunger shalbe his strength, and destruction shalbe redye at his side.
39 Wherefore then murmureth the liuing man? let hym murmure at his owne sinne.
13 When I say, My bed shal comfort me, I shall haue some refreshing by talking to my selfe vpon my couch:
18 Whose feete they dyd hurt in the stockes: the iron entred into his soule.
2 Haue mercy on me O God, for I am weake: O God heale me, for my bones be very sore.
20 My bone cleaueth to my skinne and to my fleshe, onely there is left me the skinne about my teeth.
18 He clothed hym selfe with cursing, as with his garment: and it hath entred into his bowels like water, and like oyle into his bones.
19 O remember yet my miserie and my trouble, the wormewood and the gall.
3 For whyle I helde my tongue: my bones consumed away through my dayly roaring.
35 They haue beaten me shalt thou say and I was not sicke, they haue stricken me, and I felt it not: When I am well wakened, I wil go to the drinke again.